Even [ the Ginseng Rooster ] was shocked by Colin's decisiveness.
He never expected Colin to agree to something that could potentially lead to his death.
Even if he were roasted over a fire, [ Ginseng Rooster ] felt that what he did was a bit hasty.
Having been around them for so long, they surely know the basics of mediating and playing the game.
unless...
He himself wanted to go further, but he was unwilling to admit it.
Yes, for life in World of Disorder, the saying "If you don't reach High Tier, you'll remain an ant" is absolutely true.
Moreover, as things stand, Colin is utterly loyal to the Alliance.
Thinking of this, [ Ginseng Rooster ] silently raised his rating for the skeletal man in his mind.
Although he has obvious personality flaws, he is loyal enough to the Skeleton Alliance, at least on the surface.
"So, how can I help you?"
[ The Ginseng Rooster ] knew that nothing could be changed, so he could only ask in this way.
"Only I can do this; you can't be of much help."
Colin was about to wave the [ Ginseng Rooster ] out of the tent when he suddenly remembered something and changed the subject:
"But if I die, you need to keep my belongings safe and hand over Divine Wings ]'s belongings to the other warlords."
"After that, you can do whatever you want."
"Good."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] nodded in agreement, turned and left, leaving the empty tent to Colin.
Colin sat alone in the quiet space, his hand constantly stroking the sharp crystal cluster longsword.
He loved this weapon so much that he wanted to hold it tightly even when he was resting.
But at this moment, this thing seemed to have become his death warrant.
Establish a Psionic Energy connection?
No one ever taught me this method.
At this moment, Colin was like a toddler thrown into a room. A voice told him that he had to solve this advanced math problem in front of him before he could leave the room, but he didn't even have a reference book with pinyin marked on it.
An overwhelming sense of despair Spread from the depths of his heart, but Colin was a guy who was good at summarizing experiences.
He recalled the time he displayed the [ Divine Wings ] relic and infused it with Psionic Energy.
He Psionic Energy infusions.
The problem is, Psionic Energy linking isn't that simple.
If you keep charging your weapon, the first one to die will be yourself when your Psionic Energy is completely depleted.
Therefore, this is not the method.
So what should we do?
The flame in Colin's eyes dimmed slightly as he entered a state of "deep thinking," beginning to consider every possibility he could conceive of using his Psionic Energy brain.
Soon, Colin discovered a problem—
Members of parliament all have code names.
[ Hard Armor ] is always [ Hard Armor ], even if the person changes, it is still [ Hard Armor ].
Similarly, apart from the change of Councilor [ Giant Arms ] to Councilor [ Nether Crossing ], none of the councilor replacements I knew of involved any change in their code names.
This feeling is like...
No one can truly possess the " Holy Remains "; everyone is merely a temporary custodian of it, paving the way for their Holy Remains.
Therefore, they abandoned their own names and used only the corresponding skeletons and crystal clusters of Holy Remains as their code names.
Should I do the same?
What should this weapon in my hand be called?
Colin had some understanding of the battlefield situation at the time because he was positioned at the back. The reason he was able to determine that the long sword in his hand was not the Holy Remains of [ Divine Wings ] but just a simple relic was because he had personally witnessed the [ Divine Wings ] councilor, who had six wings on his back, give his wings to [ Nether Crossing ] to help him leave.
Therefore, this thing in front of us is merely a person with a title, but does not actually possess Authority.
Such an object would probably integrate better with the body, but the method...
Blindly injecting Psionic Energy is definitely not advisable.
But it's not that there are no other methods.
Colin wondered if he could achieve a similar effect if he could fuse with the relic before him in the same way the councilors fused with the Holy Remains.
But without the sacred rituals of the Sand Capital, and without the assistance of the other councilors, how could he possibly...?
He thought of the history described by the old warlord.
"[ Ginseng Rooster ]!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
A response immediately came from outside the tent.
"Do me a favor and go fetch Governor Philemon here."
"Yes, sir."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] felt that Colin must have come up with some ideas, and in order to see a more interesting ending, he was certainly happy to do this errand.
Twenty minutes later, the old warlord Philemon, who loved to tell stories, appeared before Colin.
"Your Excellency, Congressman."
"Please sit down."
Colin gestured for his Soul Returner to bring a chair, then herded them all to the doorway.
With only the senator and the warlord remaining, Colin finally spoke seriously and asked:
"I want to know how the current [ Hard Armor ] councilors were chosen. Please tell me everything."
Looking into his burning gaze, Philemon sighed and recounted an old story that took place approximately eighty years ago:
Eighty years ago, the Demonic Tide was not as terrifying as it is today.
At that time, many powerful figures of the new era had not yet stepped onto the historical stage, and the remnants of the Demonic Tide had not been completely wiped out.
Although the entire Northern Continent was engulfed in flames due to the expansion of the Blood Corpse and the fragmentation of the kingdoms, the situation in the south was remarkably clear, and virtually identical to what it was eighty years later.
Starlight Empire, Skeleton Alliance, fight!
In the battle against the Empire, the previous [ Hard Armor ] was killed by King Leo VII, who personally led the expedition, using the legendary "Royal Treasure," and his Holy Remains fell from the sky above the battlefield.
To prevent the Holy Remains from falling into the hands of the Empire, a Middle Tier skeletal being was the first to seize it, and then recklessly fused with it, thus creating the new [ Hard Armor ].
So how did he fuse them?
Colin finally heard the gist of the story.
"I don't know either."
The old warlord uttered words that made one want to draw their sword:
"But I have some ideas."
His second sentence successfully dispelled Colin's murderous intent—temporarily.
"Based on my understanding of Psionic Energy and history, I think the essence of this matter is that the current [ Hard Armor ] Lord has established a connection with the Holy Remains on his own."
"And the method used should be..."
The old warlord Philemon whispered:
"He must have made the Holy Remains a part of himself."
Just as I guessed.
Colin nodded:
But I have no ideas.
"It's actually very simple."
The old warlord said:
"You should know that our essence resides within our bones, and the connection is made through Psionic Energy."
Colin nodded, signaling the other party to continue:
"So if you want the Holy Remains, whether they are holy remains or holy artifacts, to become a part of yourself, then you should..."
Give it a chance to connect with your body.
"I don't understand... No, I think I understand."
Colin finally understood why the old warlord always spoke vaguely and refused to be explicit when he said these things...
Lord [ Divine Wings ]'s relic is a long sword.
The best way to integrate a longsword into one's Psionic Energy cycle is...
"I'm going to use this knife to cut my head off?!"